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Before noon Shorty, that lightweight and tireless rider, unwearied, to all appearance, by his efforts of that night, had started towards Glosterville with her letter to Perris, but it was not until the next day that she confessed what she had done to Hervey.

Presently Holt, the middle-aged marine man, and Harding who, since he had lost a lightweight sparring championship, was sporting editor, solemnly entered together and sat down with the social caution of their class. So did Provin, the "elder giant," who gathered news as he breathed and could not intelligibly put six words together.

It was an important match for the lightweight championship of the world. She occupied a ring-side box where, it is likely, everybody saw her. There were ten thousand men in the arena and she was the only woman. But in all the two hours she sat there, she was not once made conscious, by a word or glance in her direction, that anybody had noticed her presence.

The third occupant of the room was an ex- lightweight champion of the ring, Young Sullivan, by name. His trim waist and powerful shoulders betokened his trade. His jaw was firm, and a cauliflower ear overhung his collar like a fungus. Jim drew up a chair and chatted idly until the book-maker yawned, rose, and went out. Then Jim and the others relaxed.

Sally began to see daylight. "Oh, Bugs Mr. Butler is one of the boxers in this fight that my brother is interested in?" "That's right. He's going up against the lightweight champ. Lew Lucas is the lightweight champ. He's a bird!" "Yes?" said Sally. This youth had a way of looking at her with his head cocked on one side as though he expected her to say something.

Their dislike of what they regard as America's lightweight leadership and overt and suspect belligerence notwithstanding, the central and east Europeans are grateful to the United States for its unflinching and spectacularly successful confrontation with communism.

The other fellow jumped down and struck him over the head with the butt end of his heavy whip. It was a horrible blow, but he did not seem to mind it, but seized him also, and struggled with the three of us, pulling us to and fro as if we were kittens. You know I am no lightweight, and the others were both burly men.

The handsome living room into which he took us, showed many old pieces of mahogany, and some of the finest oriental stuff I ever saw; books in cases, sets of standard writers, such as people of culture bought thirty or forty years ago, some family pictures about. This was Vandeman; a lot behind such a fellow, after all, if he did seem rather a lightweight. Ina joined us, very beautifully dressed.

Ravenslee, glancing up, "do you mean Spider Connolly the lightweight?" "That's d' guy!" nodded Spike. "Is he a friend of yours?" "Sure! Him an' Bud M'Ginnis is goin' to get me some good matches soon." "Boxing matches?"

It is twenty years now since it took place, and many other things have happened to him, such as going to England to give evidence in the Parnell Commission, and matrimony, and taking the second prize in the Lightweight Hunter Class at the Dublin Horse Show.